International fugitive Goldie Blair has lived on the fringes of society for years, travelling as inconspicuously as possible and never staying in one place for long. Circumstances lead her to the isolated mountain community of Idyllwild, California in early 2014. During a few lazy mornings at a local coffee shop she observes a cluster of tourists who have rented two large cabins in the vicinity. On Goldie's last day of reconnaissance the shop owner offers her a free selection from an absolutely delectable array of homemade pastries. Goldie regretfully declines the mouthwatering offer - she has work to do. Within an hour she is breaking into one of the vacation cabins, confident that the current group of lessees have already departed for a lake excursion and left most of their valuables behind. To her astonishment she finds one of them sleeping on a couch. The words "Iced Blonde Cake" pop unbidden into her mind as she stares at the lithe, luscious form of the woman before her. Temptation and hunger swirl against one another, creating a type of vertigo. Goldie's head spins while her insides melt. The dozing lady's skin has the soft consistency of white velvet cake. Her soft, blonde hair cascades over large, succulent breasts and an impossibly slim waistline.
International fugitive Goldie Blair has lived on the fringes of society for years, travelling as inconspicuously as possible and never staying in one place for long. Circumstances lead her to the isolated mountain community of Idyllwild, California in early 2014. During a few lazy mornings at a local coffee shop she observes a cluster of tourists who have rented two large cabins in the vicinity. On Goldie's last day of reconnaissance the shop owner offers her a free selection from an absolutely delectable array of homemade pastries. Goldie regretfully declines the mouthwatering offer - she has work to do. Within an hour she is breaking into one of the vacation cabins, confident that the current group of lessees have already departed for a lake excursion and left most of their valuables behind. To her astonishment she finds one of them sleeping on a couch. The words "Iced Blonde Cake" pop unbidden into her mind as she stares at the lithe, luscious form of the woman before her. Temptation and hunger swirl against one another, creating a type of vertigo. Goldie's head spins while her insides melt. The dozing lady's skin has the soft consistency of white velvet cake. Her soft, blonde hair cascades over large, succulent breasts and an impossibly slim waistline.
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